Fantasy Fashion Friday:: Mime

It's back! It's better than ever (or is it?). It's MIME TIME! 

This week I shook off the shackles and went all silent films and street performer on you. Well. I would have if I didn't love talking so much.

But I dressed up for the occasion, and look at me now. Would you put a dollar in my hat? Probably not. I'm not very talented at mime. But I try my friends!

I even drew on a fake beauty spot that was to cover up a sneaky pimple. How's that for dedication?!

If you're playing along tag your IG or FB posts #pmmfff (that's PottyMouthMamaFantasyFashionFriday for those not in the know - try saying that 10 times fast!). And let me know so I can be the Marcel to your Marceau.

Next week's theme: The Devil Wears Prada

Hat: My Mum's vintage hat! 
Jacket: $5 vintage Sportscraft from the oppy!
T-Shirt: Genki
Scarf: A gift
Jeans: Country Road
Sandals: Habbot

Fantasy Fashion Fridays Are BACK!

It's big news people. Fantasy Fashion Fridays are BACK! 

This Friday's theme: MIME! 

Join in on your blog. Or Instagram. Or whatever takes your fancy pants. 

Can't wait to see what you get up to. If you get up to anything. *cough* Awkward. 

The Fantasy You

I've got a terrible track record. I always say yes to people when I'd really like to say no.

I do things I don't really want to do while other people get to do the good stuff.

I say yes to having dinner with people - on their side of the bridge - when we both know it's their turn to come my side.

And if someone has an opinion different to mine, I usually clam up until the conversation has floated safely past me. Or if we continue talking, I get all flustered - including nervous rash - and mess up what I want to say.

The fantasy me:

- says no when she wants to

- doesn't do the crap while everyone else has fun

- makes people cross the bridge (because I'm worth it!)

- speaks up for her opinions - and doesn't get flustered

What's the fantasy you going to do? Are we going to do it girls? YES! We're going to kick some butt.

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Confessions: Guilty Fantasy

I have a guilty confession. It's not that I am mad for cheese. I do like cheese, but I wouldn't go to the end of the Earth to eat cheese. I am more of a sweet tooth. I sneak chocolate. I do not sneak cheese.

But this brings me to a guilty fantasy. I've been thinking about it for a while now, my fantasy. Though I think if it were to come to fruition, it really wouldn't be quite as good as I think it might be.

You see, I love love love toasted cheese sandwiches. Who doesn't? But the fact is, I think I like the cheese that escapes the sandwich more than the sandwich itself. You know when it sizzles on the hotplate and that taste - my goodness - that taste. I've been deliberately loading my sandwiches with too much cheese just to ensure I get to enjoy that melty cheese.

Which brings me to my fantasy. I have been thinking about just putting cheese on the hot plate and cooking it. I've never actually done it, but man oh man, I daydream about how good that melty, slightly burnt cheese would taste. There now. I've said it.

Speaking of cheese. Have I ever told you how much I love crank calls?